Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Axel ❯ Love Lessons ( Chapter 6 )

Kyou Kara Maou : Axel

 

Summary: Wolfram tells his father about his first love affair, in the dark days after Suzanna Julia died, when Wolfram turned his back on healing and became a soldier. Yuuri appears in later chapters. Side story to The Bedding of Wolfram.

 

Disclaimer: I have no rights to Kyou Kara Maou, of course.

 

Warnings: rated M for mature sexual theme. No spoilers - most of the characters / plot here never appear in the anime.

 

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Update: On request, inserting a chapter with that last love scene between Yuuri and Wolfram kept onstage - not really something I've done before. Sorry it involves inserting a chapter instead of adding it to the end, but… This is where it goes, so… Well, let me know if it turned out OK.

 

Chapter 6 : Love Lessons

 

Yuuri gulped. Make love to Wolfram - all the way? Ah, yes, I was worried about him ever being able to make love, after his horrible gang-rape captivity, but, right now? His heart pounded, his hands got clammy, his face flushed. But if I say no, that I'm not ready yet, then Wolfram… oy… In the past week, in the dark of night, comforting Wolfram through his nightmares, Yuuri and Wolfram had gone far physically, but Wolfram's terror always provided the brakes. Suddenly the tables were turned, and the brakes were on Yuuri's side. He was terrified.

 

“Yuuri,” Wolfram whispered. “You worry too much.” He rose and pulled Yuuri up with him, placed a hand on the small of his back, the other caressing Yuuri's face, smoothing the hair back behind his ear, then tracing Yuuri's lips with a finger, looking deep into his dark eyes the whole time. Yuuri was mesmerized by the emerald gaze, his hands moving without volition to hold Wolfram's waist.

 

Wolfram continued, still in that soft husky voice. “I know you're a virgin. If you're not ready today, that's alright. Let's just start, and go as far as you want to go. Don't worry about it - there's nothing you have to do. Aren't you hot in all that?” He started unbuttoning Yuuri's school-uniform-turned-Maou's-uniform.

 

Yuuri gulped, and nodded, still nervous. But his hands caressed their way to the belt of the robe Wolfram wore, untied it, then caressed their way back up the pink nightgown, down Wolfram's shoulders and arms, pushing the robe off with help from Wolfram. His jacket unbuttoned by now, he pulled that off, too, as Wolfram started unbuttoning his shirt.

 

“I don't… even know how,” stammered Yuuri. “I - there's - how to - or I might hurt you -“

 

“Shhh,” said Wolfram. Then he chuckled at a memory - how he'd broken through his reservations at first with Axel. “Even if you did hurt me… Say, Yuuri, you've never experienced a fire healing before, have you? And I didn't explain why I wasn't old enough to be a full time fire healer yet. Let me show you something. Finish getting rid of these shirts for me, would you? It's a gorgeous sunny day - why do people from your world always wear two shirts under a jacket, anyway?”

 

But he wasn't listening for Yuuri's answer. As Yuuri finished getting rid of his shirts, Wolfram rummaged in the drawer of their nightstand. “Lie down,” he said, as Yuuri came up behind him. Yuuri, still lost, did as bidden. Only when he was lying on the bed, head and shoulders up on the pillows, did he see the dagger in Wolfram's hand. He sat bolt upright again. “What?!?”

 

“If I'm going to show you fire healing, there has to be a wound to heal,” Wolfram said matter-of-factly. He pushed Yuuri back down on the pillow. “Do I have to show you on myself first? Wimp.”

 

“Ah! Wolfram, this is so not funny! What are you going to do with that?”

 

“I'm going to cut you, this deep, just your stomach skin,” Wolfram said, fingers indicating about a quarter inch. “Then heal you. Trust me, Yuuri. Children's scraped knees are much harder to heal. And in a few seconds, you won't be able to see that there ever was a cut.”

 

“That's not how healing works!” Yuuri started to protest, but then remembered the difference between Wolfram after Gisela healed him, accelerated past danger but still slowly on the mend, versus Wolfram after Manfred healed him, suddenly looking entirely restored to complete health. “You… can do what your father does?”

 

“No. Nowhere near it - but I can heal a cut in nothing flat. Especially on you. Ready?”

 

The true answer was hell, no! but Yuuri gritted his teeth and only screeched a little as Wolfram sliced into his belly, a very shallow clean gash as promised, though a frightening six inches long. Wolfram wiped the dagger on a towel and placed the towel to keep blood from dripping onto the bed. Then he summoned his signature fire flower to focus a moment. He placed his palm directly on the gash, fingers spread across Yuuri's belly. Yuuri's eyes widened, face instantly dripping with sweat, as fire tendrils lapped across his belly, down his groin, up his chest, dancing across his nipples, tickling fire between his ribs, gently fingering at his manhood. The touch felt like raw, unadulterated… Wolfram… passion and desire and love and fierce loyalty.

 

“What the…” Yuuri gasped, face dripping with sweat.

 

Wolfram broke off the touch and looked away, blushing a bit, also sweating, blowing out his breath to calm down. “I, um, held that longer and stronger than I should have… my self control isn't very good,” he apologized huskily. He drew a fingertip where the gash had entirely, completely disappeared. Even the blood on the skin had been erased by the flaming touch. He finally met Yuuri's eye, embarrassed. “That's why I'm too young to be a fire healer.”

 

“How much of that was… fire healing, and how much was… your feelings?” Yuuri asked quietly.

 

“All of it. Both.” Wolfram gulped. “Chichiue says when I'm…,” less testosterone poisoned, “…older, it'll be easier to keep more of me out of it. And, well, it's my own passion, so on someone else… it wouldn't feel… like that,” he finished lamely. “Anyway, you don't need to worry about hurting me a little. Not physically, anyway. Yuuri, I… well, like I said. I love you.”

 

Wolfram was adorably flushed scarlet in embarassment, blond hair slightly damp around his face. His finger still idly traced Yuuri's belly, his nightgown slipped off that shoulder, hiked up to the top of his thigh next to Yuuri on the bed. Yuuri reached one hand to hold that bare shoulder, the other to claim that bare thigh. At first, that outpouring of raw passion seemed overwhelming, like an assault, feelings that he couldn't possibly accept from Wolfram. But as they sat silently carressing each other's bare skin for a few minutes, he felt his own surprise and fear receding, his own, more fluid, passion and desire coming to the fore. “I love you, too. Wolfram. Ah… of course, I still don't really know how to make love all the way to a man…”

 

“Roll over,” said Wolfram. He pushed Yuuri to face away from him, then snuggled up behind him, wrapping a bare leg over his legs, and his arms around Yuuri's bare chest. He chuckled, “Relax, Yuuri. You enter me, not the other way around. Well, usually, anyway. It's just easier to explain if we're not looking each other in the eye, blushing all the time.”

 

Yuuri explosively let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. “So… I'm supposed to be the… aggressive one?”

 

“In your dreams. Yuuri, my love, you will never, ever, be more aggressive than me. Wimp. But, then, your father will never be more aggressive than your mother, either, will he?” Yuuri involuntarily chuckled at the image this conjured. “See? It's not the same thing.” Wolfram nuzzled his neck and ear and petted him until Yuuri relaxed and moaned a little.

 

“Alright… This is just, for your information, so you know what to do, if and when you want to. And any time, you can stop and ask, OK? Or I can stop you and tell you, but, you still want to know the basics ahead of time, right? So…”

 

Wolfram made a fist in front of Yuuri for demonstration purposes. “The basic problem is pushing inside without hurting me, right?” He pushed a finger into the hole in the fist between thumb and forefinger. “First of all, you don't even try it until I'm really aroused and want it.” He nuzzled Yuuri's ear and whispered into it. “In case you were wondering, you're already good at that. Using your mouth to `play the flute' works best. Then get your fingers wet.” He took his demo fingers and put them into Yuuri's mouth for him to lick. Yuuri had fun with this until he'd lost his concentration altogether before Wolfram continued.

 

“Then press gently to get them in and work them a little before pushing further.” He pushed the fingers into the fist a bit. “When I ask for deeper, you gently push in deeper and stroke like this. In a little bit, that will drive me wild, and I'll ask you to come into me yourself.” He stroked Yuuri's burgeoning arousal though his pants. “Then you do the same with this that you did with your fingers, pausing each time until I'm begging for more. Got it?” Wolfram unbuttoned Yuuri's pants to suggest he keep the Q&A segment very short.

 

Wolfram nuzzling his ear so he could barely concentrate, Yuuri replied, “Got it. Now move…” He rolled face up, hauling Wolfram on top straddling him. “Off with the nightgown,” he requested, working it up Wolfram's hips. Wolfram grinned and yanked it off the rest of the way, and tossed it to the floor. Yuuri's hands traveled up to his chest. “One thing, though - I'm not a wimp.”

 

“You're wrong. I'm sorry, Yuuri, it just can't be helped - you'll always be a wimp.” Wolfram said this with his very best, most beautiful evil green-eyed demon smile. “But you're my wimp, my love slave. You're doomed.”

 

Laughing, Yuuri wrestled and tickled him until he was on top. “Who is whose love slave?” He kissed Wolfram long and deep on the mouth, then ran his tongue down his neck, along his collarbone, down to tease a nipple. “Seems to me you were my love slave first.”

 

“Mmm,” Wolfram moaned, then admitted wryly,“You have a point there. Ah.... Yuuri…”

 

If Wolfram pushed him into it, he did it gently enough that Yuuri never felt forced. In the end Yuuri gave up his virginity quite voluntarily that afternoon.

 

-oOo-

 

Lazing in afterglow, Yuuri snuggled to his back spoon-wise, Wolfram idly picked up the dagger again. Alarmed, Yuuri put his hand on Wolfram's holding the dagger. “What are you doing, love?” he whispered gently in the blond's ear.

 

“I just remembered,” said Wolfram huskily. “Why. Why I grabbed Conrad's dagger and stabbed myself when I came to, back in Mizrat Prospect.” That was after his rescue from the rapists who'd taken him hostage - he'd stabbed himself in the gut when he first came to. “I overheard them, Conrad and Gwendal, while I was still swimming in and out of consciousness.”

 

Wolfram started sobbing quietly, tears flowing freely. Yuuri held him tighter. He insistently pushed the dagger back to the nightstand, but made gentle interrogative noises to encourage Wolfram to keep talking. Let it go, Wolfram, my love. Let this all out, put it to rest.

 

“I don't remember exactly what they were saying. They figured Axel didn't know I was still alive, didn't think Andrei would make it either. As long as there was a chance that he could save even one of his troop, he kept going and going. He was injured, too, a nasty concussion and gashes on his arm and thigh that kept breaking open and bleeding again. But they couldn't get him to stay behind. Then when he found out Robair was definitely dead, that he'd lost everything… he ran screaming right into the thick of it. Oh, Axel…!”

 

Yuuri turned him so Wolfram could sob into his chest, holding him tight. “Shhh, love. It's alright …”

 

“That's when I did it. That on top of everything else, and I screamed, and I grabbed Conrad's dagger, and…”

 

“Shhh,” Yuuri murmured. “You both did the same thing, didn't you? Screamed `NO!' to losing what you cared about so deeply. After you'd held on so long, so hard. But, Wolfram, maybe Axel lost everything. But you didn't lose everything. You still have me and Greta and all your family. We all love you very, very much.”

 

“I know,” said Wolfram. “Thank you. Oh, by Shinou, Yuuri… I love you so much… I'm sorry. Today should be all about you, but I…” And Yuuri petted him and soothed him and eventually they made love again and talked again and made love again until it was time to wash and dress for dinner.

 

By lunchtime the next day, Manfred ordered Wolfram to quit moping around his room - to get dressed and take up his responsibilities as a courtier again. Though Yuuri blanched at this seemingly rough treatment, it appeared Manfred was right - Wolfram was coping. Though he still had nightmares and cried sometimes with Yuuri and Manfred in private, he was able to control his emotions well enough in public. He got lots of exercise and regained his appetite, and started to build up his strength again. He seemed mostly well again.

 

Though Yuuri was really in no position to judge. He was head over heels in love for the first time in his life. With Wolfram back in his everyday court life, he was prone to walk into walls and trip over furniture, because he couldn't take his eyes off his lover. At least Wolfram didn't make fun of him for it. He just smiled.

 

And the nights… The nights were a wonderland, when they were alone together.

 

-oOo-

 

Alright, one on demand “sweet lemon” scene. (If I even understand what a “sweet lemon” scene is…) So tell me, did that work?

 

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